The Paradise of Thieves | R. Bremner

You – a mosaic palace, rent with earthquakes
I – a Dutch tulip garden blown to the stars with dynamite
Us – the secret of the volcano, the secret of the revolution,
that a thing can be violent and yet fruitful
You – “It is not my fault that you came.”
I – “No, it is never your fault, it was not your fault that Troy fell.”